As for the guns holstered at these people's waists, the man had truly never seen them before.
They looked somewhat old, resembling revolvers.
Could they also be homemade guns?
The man quickly diverted his gaze from the people in the room, but his mind still pondered, how could he not know that the factory was capable of producing such things?
While he was thinking, a calm voice suddenly sounded next to his ear.
"Have you had your fill of looking?"
The man instinctively raised his head and saw the young man who had given him medicine during the day sitting on the sofa, staring intently at him.
His gaze was as deep as the sea, devoid of any discernible emotion.
Sweat instantly started trickling down his forehead.
"Sorry, sorry..."
"I didn't mean to, it's just, just an accident...."
The man trembled all over in his panic, trying desperately to think of an explanation when he heard the other party suddenly chuckle and say:
"I didn't blame you, so why are you so nervous??"